Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.